My Muscles Rip Through My Clothes

My muscles are defined. They pop through my shirt and pants. Pop! goes my shirt and pants. No matter how many new shirts and pants I buy they are always getting ripped. Just like how my body is. Let us free! my muscles yell. Release us from the captivity of clothes! Fine, I say. Fine.

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